Drabbles, Imagines and More

“I spy, by and by, something…green.”

“A tree.” You answered as you scooted forward to look over Sam’s shoulder at the map.

“Ah, but which one?” Dean asked from the driver’s seat.

Summary: Dean gets hurt and has to teach the reader how to drive the Impala.

Characters: Dean, teenage reader.

“You’re bleeding!” Dean sighed. As if he hadn’t noticed. It hurt like a bitch. And yes, okay, the walk to the car had been difficult but there was no way he was going to tell you that. You were freaking out enough already. It’s not that bad,“ Dean replied. It wasn’t life-threatening, as long as he kept the bleeding under control until it could be stitched. "You need to stop panicking, kiddo. I need you to do exactly what I tell you now, okay?” “Yeah, okay.” You nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to calm yourself down. “Okay, go get in the drivers seat.” You could only stare at Dean, he wanted you to drive the Impala? “But-but I can’t drive, what if I-” Dean just rolled his eyes and cut you off with a shooing motion and you obeyed hurrying around to the drivers side. Dean pulled open the passenger door, thankful that you didn’t see him grimace as he did so. He should have been more prepared, it was only supposed to have been a look around, he wasn’t expecting anything to be there, but it had turned out anything but. “It’s okay, Y/N, I’m fine.” Dean tried to reassure you as he realized that you were staring at him. “You are so not.” You replied your eyes on the blood seeping through his shirt before shifting your attention to getting the car started.

He was about to make a joke about how you had better not get a scratch on baby but decided against it as he glanced over at you, looking terribly small in the driver's seat of the impala, knuckles white as you gripped the steering wheel. "It’s easier than you think. Just turn the key in the ignition. Right is the gas, left is the break. Press on the break.” You glanced over at him. “But we aren’t even moving.” “You have to have the break pressed to change gears.” He explained. You did as he said putting your foot on the break and shifted into drive. “Great, okay…” Now was the harder part, actually getting moving. “Ease your foot onto the gas and off the brake. Not too fast, just… slow and steady. Both hands on the wheel-” Dean was cut off abruptly as the Impala hopped forwards and stalled, jolting you both and sending a burning flare up his side. He couldn’t help the groan that forced its way past his clenched teeth. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” You rushed out, your hands gripping even tighter onto the wheel if that were possible. “Hey, I’m okay,” he tried for a grin that he could tell came out looking like anything but. “Not your fault, just try again.” “Dean,” You started, shaking your head desperately and wishing Sam was with you both right now. “You can do this Y/N, now just do what you did before, but slower. Keep it steady.” You nodded, taking a breath before you tried again and this time the Impala jumped forwards, but didn’t stall. It crawled on down the road. It was a good thing that the car was facing the right direction. Dean didn’t fancy having you try U-turning. “See, you got it. Now you just need to keep your foot steady and steer. Easy.” “Right, easy.” You repeated as you followed his instructions, your grip on the wheel relaxing and speed creeping up as you got more confident. Dean leant his head back against the seat, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, once again glancing over at him worriedly. “Keep your eyes on the road. I’m fine.”

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Later when you were both safely back at the motel.

A/N: Just a short little fic that popped into my head. Enjoy!

Dean groaned running his fingers through his hair in frustrating, he could still hear the screaming infant down the hall. Non stop crying for three hours, three damn hours. The crying quieted to a whimper and Dean flopped backwards onto the bed maybe now he could finally get some sleep. Just as that thought ran through his mind the crying started up again. “Oh, for gods sake.” Dean snapped pushing himself up off the bed and striding towards the door. “Dean,” Sam followed Dean into the hall ready to apologize for his brother if he needed too. They didn’t need to look far to spot the source of the noise. You were pacing the hallway, a screaming bundle in your arms. Your h/c hair mussed, dark bags under your e/c eyes and desperation in your voice as you tried to soothe the baby. Dean had been ready to yell at you but as soon as he saw you his anger had dissipated and now he just felt bad. “I’m so sorry,” You apologized as soon as you saw the two men standing there. “I know it’s late, it’s just, when I get her anywhere near her crib, she freaks out more, and she’s actually quieter out here.” “No, it’s okay.” The taller of the two replied. “You look like you could use a break. Is her father around?” “No, it’s just me…just me and this little one.” You answered swaying the whimpering baby back and forth as you spoke. “No, family?” The other one spoke up. You simply shook your head, you weren’t going to go into an explanation that your mom was dead and your dad was a drunk who might as well be, right now. “Well, maybe…we could help?” The first one offered. “Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that, I don’t even know you…” You glanced down at the crying infant in your arms, and back at him. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean. We’re staying in the room just down the hall.” Sam summarized. “And it’s no trouble.” “I’m y/n, and this is y/d/n.” You were a little hesitant at first but finally placed your daughter into Sam’s arms. He nestled the baby, supporting her head and rocked her but she continued to scream, her little hands balled into fists and then he started humming to her, you couldn't help a small smile tugging at you lips as you watched.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader